A/N: Hey guys! Here's the last chapter. I know, I'm sad too, but I figured i'd let y'all wait and watch Nebula get beaten in the sequel haha. Enjoy.

Gamora was visibly shaking as Peter took her down to their lounging area and sat her down on the bed. She was now holding the knife by it's blade, which she may or may not have realized as Peter took the blade from her grasp and grabbed the first aid kit.

Gamora was like a zombie. Staring into space with no indication that she was even aware of what was going on around her, only cringing as Peter cleaned the blood off her hands.

He absolutely hated seeing her this way. He felt as though he was eight years old again, just sitting in the waiting room of the hospital and watching his mother's life slip away. The group were able to comprehend that Nebula must've come to Xandar, found out they were there, and placed the knife somewhere that she knew Gamora would find it.

Now, the question remaining was how the hell she managed to get in.

"Gamora,listen to me." Peter said, his voice soft as he gently took Gamora by her forearms to get her to stop shaking. Well, and to stop her from mumbling, "he's dead" over and over again.

Peter sighed and reached into his jacket pocket,taking out the note.

"Nikolai told me to give this to you. I didnt want to give it to you in the hospital and stress you out any more than you already were." He said, holding it out to her.

Gamora hesitantly took the note and opened it to reveal Nikolai's neat hand writing.

Gamora,

If you are reading this, it means I am dead. I died to help 'the enemy' as your bitch of a sister calls them, but I just wanted you to be safe and happy. Far away from here like I wish I could be. I only had your best interest in heart. You reminded me of the sister I had before Thanos killed my own family, much like yours. When I first met you, you had all the determination and strong will that she had. I remember that we often talked about leaving to make new lives. Go our own ways and have families of our own. Away from Thanos. Just because I can't do that, doesn't mean that you shouldn't.

You're also a very caring young woman. Something Thanos didn't take away from you. Peter seems like he treats you well. Please be safe.

Nikolai

At the bottom of the note revealed the silver chain with the silver ring attached to it. Gamora picked it up and clutched it in her hand as though it were a life line. This necklace was all she had to remember Nikolai by. Her only friend. Her...brother, almost. He protected her when Thanos was away. He helped train her despite being only five years older. He was there when she needed a shoulder to cry on, which was rare but it still happened. And just like that he was gone.

She crumpled up the note and threw it to the side, still clutching the necklace as she leaned her head back on the couch and closed her eyes. She sighed, trying to keep the chairs from falling.

Peter sat next to her on the couch and put an arm around her and pulling her closer to him so she could rest her head on his shoulder.

With his other hand, he scooped it under her legs and picked her up, giving Rocket a look as he tried to say something.

"I am Groot?" Groot asked, looking at Rocket and Drax.

"She's going to be fine, buddy. She's just in a state of grief." Rocket said, his tone actually sounded...sad...almost as if he cared.

Well, Rocket usually had a different way of saying he cared. Like when he says, "You're a fucking dumbass!" He really means, "I love you!" Not in that way, of course. So to hear him say something even remotely sad or understanding was odd to say the least.

"We should make her something to give her our condolences for her loss?" Drax suggested, shrugging.

"I am Groot!"

Rocket sighed, "Ah what the hell. I think Quill bought a Terran cook book and some terran recipe ingredients and crap awhile back." He said, and went toward the kitchen with the other two following behind him.

Peter sat Gamora down on the bed and lay down right next to her, stroking her magenta tresses as she rested her head on his chest.

"He was my only friend." She choked, letting the tears fall freely at this point.

"Nah. Not your only friend," He said, giving her a soft smile, "You have me, your oh-so-awesome-boyfriend, the maniac, the trigger happy raccoon, and a tree that walks and says only three words out of the english dictionary."

Gamora looked up at him as he wiped the tears from her face and gave a weak smile.

"No. You're not my friends."

Peter raised an eyebrow, taken aback, "Oh? Then what are we?"

Gamora gave him a kiss before putting her head back on his chest.

"My family."

Before Peter could respond, a loud crash and the sound of cursing came from the direction of the kitchen. He got up, telling Gamora to stay where she was due to her leg and walked up the small set of stairs and into the kitchen.

Oh it was a sight to see. Rocket struggling to get out of Groots grasp as he tried to kill Drax. Rocket was covered from head to toe in a batter, white liquidy substance and looked as though he was about to kill someone.

Drax was holding a Terran mixer and in a bowl was the same substance with ingredients to chocolate chip cookies in it.

"Drax, you idiot! You were supposed to put it on the lowest setting!"

Yeah. They were family alright.

A/N: Let me know what y'all think! Please review :)